last night was halloween. a night i enjoy in theory. in reality however, half of stratford was closed off my police and a group of about 50 or so young arseholes proceeded to thrown fireworks at each other. i saw all these kids larking around and im like, ok whatever so i walk into the middle of it and i see a ruffian type boy through something and it occurs to me that what hes thrown is on fire. then i realise, yup, thats a firework about a meter from my foot. so i scarper and see 3 armoured police vans drive towards the mellee.
watched 'funny games' with brian. shit, that is an intense and hardcore film. its good though.
to soothe my frazzeled mind